Ouch! My CEO Fiancé Fell For His Maid

10- My Name! Elijah! (Book 2)

Elijah pov

She looked a little taken aback when I told her that I was the owner of this club. For some reason, she was avoiding me, but her body seemed to give a different message.

She told me earlier that she could not go further with our relationship but right now she was leaning in on me as if she was most secure in my arms. The girl was giving me mixed signals.

I was in my office when I got a glimpse of her on my camera screen, entering the club. The face I was waiting for, for the last few days. As always, she looked beautiful but highly disturbed. I was still trying to decide if I should go after her or not, as the girl clearly used to get uneasy by my presence.

Initially, she was ok with our closeness but after our night of passion, I didn't know what got into her. The first time I saw her in this club, I thought she was a model with her jet-black hair and smooth, shiny long legs. It was expected that she might be a spoiled brat.

But oh, man. She was an amazing human with a golden heart. She knew when to laugh and when to tease a man.

Beauty and brains. A highly unlikely combination and here she was responding to my teasing with this wittiness that was part of her personality.

I looked down at her head and swallowed the unexpected lump forming in my throat.

Why was she running away? Did I make some mistake? Why was she not comfortable telling me her address? Was I a creep to her?

So many questions were running through my head as I looked down at her and then kissed her hair.

"How many glasses of drink have you had? I hope it's only one." I asked her head. She didn't raise it and stayed like this lifting her index finger in front of my eyes.

I gulped down the sudden grin forming on my lips.

"Should I take you home?'1 this made her lift her head looking at me questioningly, "If you are not comfortable, I won’t," I murmured drinking in her features.

She pouted but didn’t respond. I brushed my knuckle against her smooth cheek, "Please trust me. I will never come after you without your consent."

"Promise?" she seemed so fragile and so vulnerable that all I wanted to do was hug her.

No! Don't! Don't scare her off again, Elijah.

"Promise!" I said solemnly. Right now, all I wanted was to gain her trust. I wanted to earn it so badly.

She nodded her head, still looking hesitant. I wrapped my arm around her waist and led her towards the exit.

As we stepped out into the cool night air, I noticed her shiver slightly. I immediately took off my jacket and draped it over her shoulders. She looked up at me, surprised by the gesture.

"Umm. You don't need to ...” she whispered, a hint of gratitude in her voice.

I smiled down at her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. ’You deserve it, Cherie. You're special.’

She blushed at my words, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards her.

car, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. She seemed distant and lost in thought, and I couldn’t

I asked, as I opened the car door

a moment before answering, ’Yeah. I

in the passenger seat. When I started the engine I heard her low whisper, "I'm just not used to being taken

used to it. I'm not going anywhere.’ When she turned to me in surprise, I hurriedly explained,

was a breath of fresh air in my world which was full of uncertainties. And I was determined to protect her at

her lap. I knew something was up, but I didn't want to push her. I wanted her to trust me

building and then went silent. Unlike our last ride,

to her house, she turned to me, ’Thank you for everything tonight. You

did it because I wanted to. You mean a lot to me, and I

her senselessly. Right now, all that mattered was the way she was looking at me, and the feeling

but felt a pang of sadness. I didn't want the night to end. I wanted to spend more time with her, to hold her close and

She started chewing her lower lip maybe trying to decide if she should invite me in or not. The idea was

I decided to take a risk. The biggest risk

when I got her attention. I couldn't utter

I placed my hand on her shoulder, ”H...how about I call you long legs and you call me Adonis. Let's pretend

I said it, I felt her taking a sigh of relief.

something related to our names? No. It can't

not a sa*tanic name.

me. I nodded

very much possible Eve.” She seemed

voice, "Did I

"No. No. You didn’t."

ask her

chin in my forefinger and thumb and raised her face, "All I need is one chance. If it won't work out, then I promise. I will

in her eyes. Trying to swallow the lump I nodded at her. I was willing to take this risk even if it

I didn’t try enough

Just like that?" she

I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her

last, a small smile broke on her lips, and she bent over a little to give

Damn! There was hope.

was hope for

I knew I had to let her go. I couldn't force her to stay, and I didn’t

understood me, who made me feel alive. And I knew I had to do everything in my power to protect her, to make her feel safe

in the end, all that mattered was her happiness, and I was willing to

was

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a coffee cup on my study desk, I was using my laptop and trying

up her salon name and was told it was founded two years ago. Then what

Studying?

Internship?